Chapter 1205: Emperor Supreme

Underground Project 7012.Conference Room.

Dust motes drifted down from the ceiling. Numerous figures crowded into the spacious conference room, their noisy discussions growing louder.

"Grandma... what's happening outside?" Yao Qing asked, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"Grandma doesn't know either..." Xiao Chunping sighed deeply, her expression exceptionally solemn. "But, if we encounter any danger later, you must hide behind Grandma, understand?"

"Grandma! I've also embarked on the Azure God Path! I can protect you too!"

"Hahaha, my dear grandchild, Grandma believes you certainly will in a few years... but for now, let Grandma protect you for a few more years." Xiao Chunping chuckled softly, looking at the boy who was waving his fists.

Xiao Chunping glanced at Han Xiang on the other side of the conference room. Han Xiang was the closest to Bureau 749. If anyone present knew what was happening, it would likely be him... Unfortunately, Han Xiang looked just as troubled, as if deeply worried about something.

"Where's Director Sun? We want to see Director Sun!"

"That's right, if Director Sun doesn't come soon, we're leaving!"

"What exactly is your Bureau 749 doing? You've kept us waiting here for so long, and no one has come to explain the situation?"

"What is this underground project for, anyway?"

Just as numerous guests surrounded the staff near the entrance, relentlessly questioning them, a voice rang out from the front of the conference room:

"Everyone, please take your seats."

Everyone turned to look, seeing Sun Zhongliang emerge from a secret passage in a corner of the conference room, accompanied by many Bureau 749 personnel and military officers. The former were adjusting his microphone, while the latter, armed with guns, surrounded the conference room and slowly closed the main doors...

The sudden appearance of so many people left the guests bewildered. They didn't understand the meaning of this display, and some immediately asked:

"Director Sun, what exactly happened outside? Where is this place? What do you intend by calling us here?"

Sun Zhongliang didn't answer immediately; instead, he raised his hands, gesturing for everyone to sit down again:

"Please calm down, everyone. I will explain everything... but please trust that Bureau 749 has no ill intentions toward any of you."

Having led Bureau 749 for many years, Sun Zhongliang's accumulated reputation and connections proved effective. As soon as he spoke, the noisy crowd quickly quieted down, and after a moment of hesitation, they each moved to their respective seats.

Everything in the conference room was meticulously arranged. Each person's name was placed on their table. A quick glance revealed only three absentees: Sun Bumian, Shen Nan, and Fu Kun... All other guests had taken their seats.

Meanwhile, a staff member had finished adjusting the microphone and handed it to Sun Zhongliang. Sun Zhongliang took a deep breath and began to speak slowly:

"Everyone, what I am about to say may challenge your perceptions... Regardless, please listen patiently until I finish..."

In the calmest tone, Sun Zhongliang described the recent decline in advanced technology and the tense international situation, gradually transitioning from the higher-ups' and Bureau 749's strategic plans to the current circumstances... It was clear that Sun Zhongliang had prepared extensively for this meeting, meticulously analyzing the underlying logic for those present from national, individual, and cultural perspectives.

After all, Bureau 749 had lured the guests to Underground Project 7012 without their knowledge, severing their contact with their spouses, children, friends, and parents. Any misstep in his address could immediately trigger a riot.

As Sun Zhongliang explained, expressions of shock and anger indeed appeared on the faces of the guests present. However, most of them remained rational, not immediately overturning tables or openly rebelling. Yet, anyone could feel the temperature in the entire conference room rapidly dropping...

"How do you think all of this will end?"

On the other side of the secret passage, Shen Nan asked with a complex expression, watching the scene on the closed-circuit television.

Sun Bumian was silent for a long time. "If it had been before the meeting, perhaps half of them wouldn't have chosen to come... But now they are all here, and even if some are unhappy, there's nothing they can do. Ultimately, they will have no choice but to live in this underground project according to Bureau 749's plan... This is what I dislike about Bureau 749."

"...Sigh." Shen Nan leaned back against the wall, letting out a helpless sigh.

"If it were you, would you go out, or stay?"

"Of course, I'd go out!" Shen Nan replied without hesitation. "When there's trouble among people, there's Nuo... I was born to dispel calamities. If I hide here when disaster strikes, what kind of Nuo would I be??"

Sun Bumian turned to look at the weary Shen Nan, a flicker of appreciation in his eyes:

"It seems we are the same kind of people... Shen Nan, you are very good."

"Don't evaluate me in such a lecturing tone; it makes me feel like you're an old man." Shen Nan glanced at him. "But talking about all this is pointless now... If even you can't get out, then I have even less hope."

"Not necessarily."

Sun Bumian pushed up the small round sunglasses on his nose and looked up at the low ceiling.

"Didn't Sun Zhongliang just say? This secret treasure is difficult to breach from the inside... But if someone attacks from the outside, then it's hard to say."

Half-Mountain Hotel.

Boom—!!

A purple lightning bolt tore across the sky. A violent tremor erupted from the entrance of the Half-Mountain Hotel, its terrifying shockwaves sweeping across, knocking dozens of armed guards unconscious to the ground.

Clouds of dust billowed up from outside the hotel entrance. Those guarding the hotel lobby froze, then nervously aimed their guns towards the doorway.

"What's happening? Did enemy missiles find their way here?"

"No, it shouldn't be... That didn't sound like a missile explosion just now..."

"Not a missile? Then what could it have been?"

The swirling dust gradually dispersed in the breeze, revealing two figures slowly approaching under everyone's astonished gaze.

A crimson opera robe fluttered amidst the dust, and a pair of red earrings swayed in the wind. The performer's eyes were as cold and arrogant as frost; a mere glance at him instilled a primal fear, an absolute suppression at the species level.

Beside him was a man in a black overcoat. He slowly removed his simple black-rimmed glasses from his nose, casually dropping them to the ground and crushing them. Without the glasses to conceal them, a pair of golden eyes, brimming with immense imperial majesty, indifferently gazed at all the figures before him...

Two emperors arrived together, their terrifying pressure simultaneously erupting amidst the dust!

At that moment, everyone in the hotel felt their legs involuntarily tremble, and their guns became unsteady in their hands. Yet, despite this, they gritted their teeth, stood upright, and shouted:

"Who are you?!"